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I knew, I just KNEW somebody would ask.
And I had a short list of likely candidates.
Both the board and the shop had contents that had undergone curation. Well, I assume, as they didn't make it clear.
I know. Wrong thread
It was one of those posh west country towns.
There's only one, isn't there? Typical of them
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
What is an A board? Something that only adults are allowed to look at?
You know when you're walking along a shopping street and suddenly somebody walks into you because they're trying not to walk into a board (advertising the shop right next to it, "Fish & Chips Open" or "Delicious Fish & Chips" if customers need to be reassured) on the pavement outside a shop? That's an "A Board", supposedly because when you look at it from the side, it looks like a letter A - but I think it's because that's the noise you make when somebody treads on your foot trying to avoid it.
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But, go on, ts - what was the shop selling? How can goods in a shop be "curated"? (It wasn't a butcher trying to be posh about the bacon, was it?)
I rather brushed past indignantly, I'm afraid, not noticing too carefully, and then paid in Karma points by leaving my bank card in the cash machine. (But not the fiver, thankfully ).
At the risk of being sexist, it wasn't bacon, or herbal remedies, I think it was girly nik naks, bangles, pot pourri, that sort of stuff.
I don't know how stuff in a shop can be curated. I don't think I ever will.
You know when you're walking along a shopping street and suddenly somebody walks into you because they're trying not to walk into a board (advertising the shop right next to it, "Fish & Chips Open" or "Delicious Fish & Chips" if customers need to be reassured) on the pavement outside a shop? That's an "A Board", supposedly because when you look at it from the side, it looks like a letter A - but I think it's because that's the noise you make when somebody treads on your foot trying to avoid it.
Not a term I'd ever heard, though it makes perfect sense. I'd always called them 'sandwich boards', even though they were without their filling (i.e. the sandwich man).
I can't imagine how you would curate one. Compare and contrast with Babylonian cuniform tablets, perhaps?
W A Poucher (he of 'lofty coign of vantage' fame) always wore red socks so that if he were to become stuck head down in a snow drift he might be seen and rescued.
Not a term I'd ever heard, though it makes perfect sense. I'd always called them 'sandwich boards', even though they were without their filling (i.e. the sandwich man).
I can't imagine how you would curate one. Compare and contrast with Babylonian cuniform tablets, perhaps?
Back in the '60s there was an old guy who paraded a sandwich board through Soho. On the front it said "Prepare to meet thy doom!", and underneath was a quote, probably from Revelation. On the back the sandwich board had a poster which read, "Eat at Joe's"!
Back in the '60s there was an old guy who paraded a sandwich board through Soho. On the front it said "Prepare to meet thy doom!", and underneath was a quote, probably from Revelation. On the back the sandwich board had a poster which read, "Eat at Joe's"!
There's still a lugubrious bloke who wanders around Speakers' Corner of a Sunday with boards saying "It's Going To Get Worse" front and back!!
I don't think he's talking about Radio 3...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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